Jason's POV

"What's the chances of her voice not being my imagination? Not being in my mind?" I asked Tikal. I finally managed to get a time to meet up with Tikal.

"Eh... They are pretty low..." Tikal told me, which made my heart sink like the Titanic.

"Is it still possible that I wasn't just imagining it?"

"It's possible, but not likely." I sighed. Of course it's not...

"Thanks anyways, Tikal..." I said, then with slumped shoulders and sad feet, I walked away, feeling like I was going to  a Funeral.